Santa Cruz

It's not often work trips work out so well, but the flight ticket rules on my last trip to San Francisco meant I had to stay an extra night after all the others had left. I took the chance to bail back down Highway 1 to Santa Cruz.

One of many empty peaks on the drive down from San Francisco.

 I wish they all could be...

Grinding Pacific barrels on the left, and The Gower countryside on the right.

Thursday morning, no-one out .

Rock-Rock-Rockaway Beach. One Two Three Four!

 more empty waves...

and more...

Scott's Creek. At last some surfers!

View from the deck of Mr Tim's excellent cabin up on the hill looking out to the ocean. Top digs, cheers mate! In Winter, the fog comes right in just above the height of the valley floor making it look like a lake below.

Cup of tea old chap?

Well I suppose the tree was there first.

Pleasure Point, Santa Cruz. Pretty mellow but incredibly long righthander...

Jack O'Neill's house overlooking Pleasure Point. Having owned a few O'Neill wetsuits over the years, thought I should knock the door and ask for 2 or 3 seconds on the balcony sucking in the view that helped him pay for it.

Good spot for a sundown beer.

  

Steamer Lane, just further round from Pleasure Point. The kelp round here extends a couple of hundred yards offshore and keeps the waves glassy-as.

SL, looking a bit DY.

Early morning bottom turn.